Du Xuan was thrilled.
The event notice specified that it wasn't just the first-place winner who would receive a prize; there were rewards for second and third place as well.
The second-place prize was half-price dining at Ming's Restaurant for ten days. Third place would receive a twenty-percent discount.
"Then I have to enter!" Du Xuan declared boldly.
Ming Lingyi smiled and nodded, reminding him, "Mr. Du, there's no need to rush. The rules are written very clearly: each person can only submit one poem per round, and it cannot be changed. If you wish to compete, Mr. Du, perhaps you should think it over carefully first. Once you're certain, then you can register. That way, you won't have any regrets later, since you won't be able to change it."
Du Xuan let out a hearty laugh. "Thank you for the reminder, Boss Ming."
Ming Lingyi's competition was like a "themed composition"; the rules for each round were different.
